Life with my Little Sister

"Higu...... Huh! Gu...... Huh! Heh, heh, heh, heh! Good for. Oh, oh! Good for, good for, good for, good for, good for, good for!

For that reason, my sister, who suffered the defeat of her granddaughter, is holding me in tears.

Usual Fee is the type of person who enjoys the game rather than letting it in, so he's often laughing at losing a battle, but it just seemed different this time.

That, for one thing, was because I wanted to eat pudding, because I never won, and most importantly, it seemed like it was because you couldn't show me the good stuff.

(Hmmm...... Clara, be strong!

The young lady in front of me seems sorry, and while she is a big surprise, her striking muscles are cunning and powerful. It was a skill that I didn't think I would have learned the fifth order today.

Every single game, I also saw a gradual improvement.

The eldest daughter of the Crane Putt family, who was worried about losing a streak of battles, said she was nodding her face on my chest.

"Ha ha... Good for you. Ahhh. Heh, heh... Huh! Hehe hehe hehe... Huh!

But, well, when I hug him and stroke him, his face starts to burn quickly.

"Ha, ha, I lost! That's why I want you to comfort me!

"I think I'm stroking you right now..."

"Meh! And kisses! Phew, kisses cheer me up the most!

"Yes, yes..."

I think I'm well enough already, but that's not good enough.

Kiss me. Why? Fee's in a good mood, so I talk to my granddaughter, who's been forced to spoil me by my mother.

"Mr. Clara, that's amazing. Your head spinning fast, huh?

"... eh"

Oh, you're freaking me out.

Is it still hard to talk straight from the front?

"It's okay, okay? Clara. Al is such a lovely boy, I'm sure we'll get along."

Mother smiles as she strokes her head as she looks into her granddaughter's eyes.

You don't seem more alert to my mother than I am.

Were you stuck around all the time and simply used to it?

"... ooh. Ah, ooh..."

"Heh heh. Just take your time, okay? Because Clara's at a good pace, right?

My mother, who laughs nicely and keeps stroking. What a way to get used to it.

Rebecca, the mother of Hatcoz, who works in the nursery, said, "She wants us."

Clara looked at me,

"... sorry, come on..."

And groan.

Does it feel like you're sorry for being scared, not rejecting me?

It's okay, I just wanted to say to you, but when you speak up, you might feel comfortable again.

So I just snorted with a smile.

"Ho. It's a good family."

Mr. Michamon arrives at the table with a nod.

"None. Can I play a little too?

This is me.

I don't want to play the game, I guess I gave my granddaughter a one-cushion.

Then I'll stay on board, too.

"Do you want a fifth line? Or something else?

"Right. It sounds like fun, but if there are other games, let me show you."

"It's good. Well, let's make it a Beecher."

If there's a plate, and there's a black and white stone, it would be here.

When I explained the rules, the textile inquisitor snorted easily.

Like your grandson, maybe he's a good geologist.

"Ho. This is interesting. Is it not only a stone fitting, but also a position fitting? I've been thinking about it. You invented this."

"Yeah, yeah, right? Shall we begin, then?"

Soft, but shooting eyes.

If you're the type of person, like old Caspel, who can reach the truth with a hint of information, you're a little scared as far as I'm concerned.

On the other hand, where did your granddaughter frighten you until earlier?

I'm seriously watching the game between me and the recluse.

This girl, she's not just smart, is she fit for board games?

"Hmm...... It's fun to say it with this Acer. But don't let it take too long to fight without limiting the mass eyes you use."

"Yes, on the contrary, you can also enjoy slowly pouring alcohol and chatting."

"The journey. It's not a change of mind. Still, booze, no...?

Ugh......

Did you screw up your choice of words a little bit?

"Well, yeah. The battle is going to be prolonged, so is this even an invalid match?

"Yeah, I don't mind that."

"Instead, you're playing with Clara. Squeeze your eyes and you'll have just the right amount of salted plums for the game."

Yeah.

After all, the match now was to give my granddaughter time, and it seemed like a trick to let her play in the main.

"... are you sweet?

"Terrible. I'm just an egoist. Hard on your loved ones. Terrible for those who hurt it. Typical 'human', huh?

I'm going to do exactly the same around here, so I feel Ning Ro Sympathy.

Either way, Clara and I are going to have a good behind-the-scenes.

Even so, you're not going to beat me.

Just like the fifth line, if you enjoy it.

"... hey, hey, hey, hey, hey..."

"Yeah. Nice to meet you, huh?

He still sounds scared, but it would be better if he just greeted me.

"No! Good luck! Chiu."

And Myangel is purely rooting for me.

I'm a little sorry you're unwilling to win, as I mentioned.

"Well, let's do it"

Beecher with Clara took on the shape of a mentoring versus bureau.

I didn't mean to be too obvious, but as with the fifth row, it was easy to do because my mother put in a hand from time to time.

You thank my mother for reading the air.

…………

"Hmm?"

When I look at it, your textile inquirer's daughter is looking at this one.

"………………"

But soon they'll be out of sight.

From halfway through the opposing bureau, this is how I began to feel the glimpse of a flicker and my granddaughter.

Wasn't it a game, was it something that bothered me?

However, as mentioned earlier, when I try to gaze at him, he immediately leans down.

(I don't even want to be forced to pursue it, but 'I had nose hair' or something like that would be a red shame...)

Instead of a mirror, look at My Sister...

"Your face is lovely... Phew, I'm falling in love......!

Doesn't seem very helpful.

On the other hand, the mother has a conversation with her granddaughter.

I suppose you're thinking of it as a personality to be ashamed of being asked about the conversation itself, not the content, but my mother also smiles at me with my mother, so I can't help but wonder.

(Ah. Mother, you noticed my gaze)

Mother laughs because she senses the movement of this heart.

"You know, Clara, Al and I were born at the same time the month we were born."

"Heh. Is it June of 1199?"

I thought you were about the same age, but you were totally the same age.

If you say you were born in 1199, you'll give Brev the Hatko a handsome child of a protector, and then you'll have a village daughter.

Military uniforms seem to be close, but I don't know when I was born.

"Yet Al says he looks much more grown up"

"Oh well...? I don't think so...... Me, I'm just a kid and no...?

"But Clara's right, Al, there are times when you do seem older than your mother...?

"HAHAHAHA......! Nice joke!"

Am I laughing right now? Haven't you been laughing bitterly?

But why did your granddaughter think I was an adult?

"Naturally, yes. Because Al. Something that doesn't play the game like a child."

…………

Well, sure, I wasn't acting like a kid today.

Except today - let's not think about it.

And on the board, I just suffered a defeat.

My mother, who is guessing this intent, is smiling at you all the time.

"... ahhh..."

And my granddaughter, who was supposed to be scared of me, opened her mouth looking at this one.

"... Oh, thank you, no..."

"Good for you, Al. Looks like Clara was passing it on.

…………

Well, you sound like a satirical kid.

But our savvy boy, who was lined up on his knees, was trembling with a crocodile.

"Oh no...! Phew - but I can't believe I'm going to lose...! Phew support, I didn't get enough...!? Lots more, I should have kissed you...!?"

If you think only formalistically, would you say that I couldn't live up to Phee's expectations?

Because I'm sorry about that.

"Sorry, Fee"

Kissing her softly, Mai Angel raised her fighting eyes.

"I've got a vendetta, Phew! Win. Now it's time for you to kiss!

I should have kissed you now......

"That way!"

My Sister pointed to the other board she hadn't used.

"That game over there, Phew, I'm good at it! So, Phew, we're gonna kill that kid! Give me a compliment!

I didn't expect to challenge inexperienced people with games I'm good at......!

No.

This is not despicable, etc.

It's just overwhelming motivation.

Clara looked at this one in surprise.

I pose as a silent apologist.

Then he snorts at me with a tickle and a bitter laugh.

I don't care, you smile cute sss.

"Yes! Give me some power!

I know you're a good fighter, but why don't you explain the rules first?